Emerging from the shadows, trees, flowers and long discarded gravestones, Ezra makes for an imposing sight.
So there I was, arm hooked up to the machine, watching my plasma swirl away into a bag while the morning news dribbled across the screen like a bad fever dream. And what were they showing? A "riot" in Melbourne, allegedly. The sort of riot where the real thugs wear body armour, carry pepper spray and look like they just walked off the set of RoboCop. The people they were beating? A ragtag crew of teenagers and old hippies—probably fresh out of a drum circle, still smelling of patchouli. But sure, let's call it a riot. Now, here's where it really gets good. I mentioned this spectacle to a few people later, thinking maybe they'd share my outrage or, at the very least, give a damn. But no. What did I get instead? A smirk, a chuckle, and—oh, the pièce de résistance—"You should really just let it go." Let it go? Yeah, let me uncork a nice, overpriced cup of coffee, sit back with my legs crossed, and soak in the latest reality TV trash. Why bother caring when ...
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Have you found any of our forebears? I think that most are buried in Victoria.
It certainly looks well shaded.
Nice photograph of Ezra emerging
from shadows, trees, flowers and long discarded gravestones.
Ezra's grandfather said,"Where do you have my grandson?"
LOL!!!!
Take care!
DeeDee ;-D
The setting, though, is really unusual.